.. you do not kill every croc or..."I grinned and headed towards the stairs, "I am not a weasel. I kill when I have to."I did some shopping while Park...r and Trish moved the croc meat out of my stasis boxes and weighted everything. Dinner was very good, Trish had out done herself. The small guest sleeping rooms were only big enough for the bed. I set my rifle in the rack and stripped before hanging my weapon belt on the peg by the door.I wrapped a towel around my waist that Trish had left for me. As he pushed his tongue into her ass, he first only tasted his ownslobber and breath. Soon an earthy taste followed. It wasn't all thatbad. The only thing it really hurt was his pride.Having complied, he pulled his tongue out and prayed for a breath ofair. Ms. Jenkins complied and leaned forward to give him a sharp intakeof breath before she settled back down onto him. "I didn't say stop,"Ms. Jenkins said.Then she farted. There was nowhere to go as the bitch dropped ass rightinto. Was it the chill in the room or did she know he was there? As she turned and continued to the bathroom, he crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed near where she had been laying. He lifted the wineglass to his nose and inhaled the perfumed mixture of the wine and her scent. He replaced the glass on the night table and glanced over the file, his picture, some poems she had written, a few of her more x-rated stories, and a ribbon tied bunch of letters he had never seen. To the best. .. not just Roberto and I, but all of our people ... will support you and help you however we can.”I felt something then. “Your mother is back south of the border, correct?”Esmeralda nodded.“Pass the word to her. Everyone that is worth redeeming ... and you know what I mean by that ... is to leave. Now. Get them up here, before the start of the New Year. You’re only talking about, what, three or four thousand people, total, correct?”“Maybe a few more, but maybe not even that. Why?”I saw Earl,.